BlackBishop said
Woe is me! Neighbours will soon be ripe for the picking - if only i wasn't knee deep in two wars :(
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Eternal_Flame said
okay, i will work on that plague thing this night. no, i mean that population (60k) is what remained after the exodus, i estimated before the exodus is 160k elves.it is a 60% death rate plague, i cant sacrifice my people for such thing, i will wait for a 90% death rate plague. *evil grin*
Fine, take a single quarter pint from 100 infected.
SyrianHamster said
That's not an unreasonable idea. Be careful you don't let the plague spread though!
In fact eternal, take as much blood as you can. I got plans for the plague, great and fantastic plans... *evil grin*
Will be off for the remainder of the day in a 1 or 2.
But first take some blood from an infected. It could be used for biological warfare.
O.o why would someone attack a plague ridden nation. Also eternal, can you put your entire nation on lock down? Close all movement in and out of Torfas and quarantine the immune, non infected, and infected separately. They didn't have good medicine back then so they would just wait for a plague to die out. I mean you already got most of it quarantined but you can't risk one person getting out and infecting the entire sum of surrounding nations.
Edit: I won't be on later today
Edit: I won't be on later today
TheRpgGamer said
Good news, I managed to connect to a WiFi in the resortBad news, i am restricted to use my laptop and i am currently using my phone which is very hard to type withand it's drains battery power so fast when I use WiFiI think my next post will be Friday since I am not allowed to use my PC during Sunday-Thursday because It is the first week of school
Dang, how do you have school? I just got off yesterday.
SyrianHamster said
Alright, only I've had limited contact with that region (its south of my country), so I'll cut you a deal. You can be Goblins, you can choose your exports, but to fit in with the established lore:- Your goblinfolk came from region A.12 (Telia, the only Goblin state at present).- They fled the war-torn region either from persecution, or because they wanted to start anew, free from the constant bloodshed. - They landed at A.7 with this purpose, and allied themselves with a local deeply religious Dwarf Cleric, and together brought the area under a unified government. - Your population must accommodate 40,000 Dwarves. - I can't allow you 300,000 Goblins for this background (as it would be a huge number, given your exodous), but will permit 80,000 Goblins. - 40,000 Dwarves + 80,000 Goblins, unified by their religious devotion.How does that sound?If you want a Goblin state, that is purely Goblin and up for complete refurbishment, then A.12 is your best bet. Foxy old pal, stay tuned to this section of the post, I need to look at the facts and figures before I let you join. I'll edit it within ten minutes.EDIT: You're lucky, Bohaddon's army hasn't pounced, it was merely "mustering". To take over this region, you will need to explain your actions to Bahapore. Otherwise it looks good, and I have no problem with it. *Bangs gavil* Approved.Edit no.2: You may keep bronze with your iron and slave exports. Also, it's Bohaddon. Bo-hadd-on. Not Bohadden. :)
I am really hard pressed. q.q I have to get troops on my southern border, I have to deal with a rebellion in the center of my nation, and I have to get speed up blackbishops conquest of amplesh so I can get lumber and start building a bigger navy.
Edit: I edited by post and previous GA operations are still on pause
Nation Status Card
Bahapore
The Minor Rebellion
The minor liberation group had captured all the major cities in the central lake region. Chaos had reigned shortly in the minority populated region. While some humans and elves supported the government, many more joined the ones already in the rebellion. Soon, the minor liberation group renamed themselves The United Republic of Central Bahapore. They numbered 19,500 elves and 23,500 humans, more than 95% of Bahapore’s minor race population.
General Spero grumbled angrily as he stared at a map of the Central Lake Region. Many red pins were crudely placed on small circles that represented the cities, towns, and villages of the region, unfortunately, very few circles without red pins remained. Why must these pesky little humans and elves rebel. They should be happy with the little freedom we give them, instead they repay us by killing our people and taking our cities. “I had to get stuck with putting down this rebellion,” grumbles General Spero as he continues to stare at the map. “I could easily have been relaxing in my summer home, why did the council have to place me in charge.” General Spero continued to grumble and complain silently to himself until a krakon dressed in a formal army uniform entered the small tent.
“General, squad A is requesting backup by the Minot River, squad B has retreated from their base after getting bombarded by cannon fire from a distance, and squad C is currently in the medical camp with nearly half their numbers gone. We currently have no information on squads D through M and squads N through Z are still camped at the southern main camp. They are awaiting your orders sir.” reports the soldier as he salutes General Spero.
General Spero quietly takes in the report, his frill flaring up every once in a while. After a couple moments, General Spero turns around to the soldiers and says, “I want a full advance on the two major southern cities, towns, and villages. squads A through K will advance on the city of Fyllon. Squads L through U will advance on the city of Imqua. The remaining squads will advance and capture the towns between the two cities and east of Imqua.” Carefully thinking again, General Spero says, “Request an extra 2,600 troops from General Wuen in the south.”
The soldier quickly writes down the message on a piece of paper that appeared in his hand and leaves as he finishes the last request. The troops would soon receive the message and storm the southern central lake area.
The Siege of Fyllon and Imqua
Squads A through K had received the message a few hours after the soldier left General Spero’s camp, lead by General Nithien. They were 500 strong and under the cover of night were moving along the wetlands just south of the city, nearing the city they would soon capture. Along with them traveled a number of new warhorses and siege equipment, but the siege equipment wouldn’t be necessary as the gates would open exactly at midnight.
A hiss echoed in the night air and a number of frills flaring and hisses followed, they had arrived at the south wall of the city, it was a basic stone wall but it had stood against many battles, as shown by the mix of new stones mixed in with the old ones. The old wooden gate slowly creaks open as the pro-government humans and horeans pull the lever. According to them, all the weapons were kept in the armory except for the few armed guards that stood on top of the wall which had been taken out by the same people that opened the gate. The entire city was asleep and the new governor was currently meeting with a number of important rebellion leaders in the town hall. “I want Squads A through C to quietly storm the armory and gather all the weaponry. Squads D through G are to quietly surround the town hall and squad K is to follow by lead and storm it.” whispers General Nithien to a nearby krakon soldier, the message quietly spreads among the small army. Soon the army organizes itself according to the orders and starts moving. General Nithien and squads D through K start moving towards the townhall. As soon as they arrive, squads D through G being organizing themselves as they surround the small stone building. General Nithien and his squads quietly wait for a signal and soon a small human scream pierces the air, the armory had been captured and the guards captured. General Nithien and squad K quickly move towards the wooden door, kicking it down and storm inside to find seven startled humans and elves. “You will surrender the city to us or else” says General Nithien to the group of people. They were simple words but struck fear in the humans and elves and soon they were tied up and General Nithien waited till morning to announce the reclaimed city.
Meanwhile in the city of Imqua…
“Fight on men, do not retreat! I repeat! do not retreat!” yells General Spero above the clashing swords, screams of pain, and roaring fires. The plan to silently capture the city had become a disaster. The rebels had been waiting for them the second they entered the city. The krakon army had pushed the rebels farther up the city but they were currently stuck in a stalemate as sword clashed against sword and cannons flew past, smashing into the buildings of the once beautiful city. A number of fires roared, feeding on the wooden structures of the city, fortunately the rebels had been wise enough to remove the civilian population out of the city.
General Spero’s steel sword parried a human rebel as the battle raged around them. He quickly sent the human’s sword flying and smashed his own sword’s hilt into his helmet. The human crumpled to the ground and as he did an elf came to replace him, quickly jabbing his sword at the general’s armor only for it to bounce off his armor like scales. His forces were greatly outnumbered and they could feel the pinch as the humans and elves pushed them slowly back to the gate. General Spero slashes his sword down the bare chest of the elf and yells among his men. “Retreat!” He wouldn’t have his soldiers die in an unnecessary battle. He slowly backed up while fighting the rebels in front of him, his soldiers did the same thing, as they always did during training. Slowly more and more humans, elves, and krakons fell until they reached the gate and he and his men turned around and ran. This was a lost battle but not a lost war.
As the rebels and pro-government forces clashed in the central lake region, in the north, the Baha council was meeting to try and resolve the rebellion.
“Fighting isn’t the answer. We have to try and solve this peacefully!” yells councilman Istudal at his fellow council members. He was new to the council but he had been an ambassador for years and understood war and peace. He hoped to reform the council as he believed its members were dimwitted and ignorant. They had started the rebellion as a result of their failure to start the war with Elthana without even offering pre-war surrender terms.
“What do you expect us to do? We can’t just surrender to those terrorist and recognized their republic.” says a council member sitting across the table from Istudal.
“I expect you to think, we don’t have to recognize their nation. It is called compromising.” says Istudal. He truly believed that his fellow council members were idiots, he had already won over a number of his council members. The council itself was more in a war between the followers of Istudal and Geward but he would soon be replaced. “Who has a writing material?” asks Istudal. A small guard quickly runs to the councilman and hands him a quill and ink. “We will meet with the rebel leaders in a neutral area and discuss giving them more autonomy and a single place in the council.”
“We can’t give them a place in the council!” yells a councilmen from the far end of the table.
“Will you please shut up? I said I would give them a spot, I never said that they would get a spot.” responds Istudal. “We will pick their most swayable and dimwitted member to be on the council. Now let me get on with the message.” The council remained silent as Istudal wrote and read the message.
Dear The United Republic of Central Bahapore,
We of the Baha Council would like to invite you to peace talks to solve this unnecessary war. We would offer greater autonomy for your minority region and even a possible place on the council. Please respond to this message of peace.
sincerely, Councilman Istudal.
The message was soon sent and the meeting dismissed. It would only be a matter of time would tell.
The Bohaddon Threat
“King, thousands of troops have massed on our border.” says a krakon messenger dressed in a light collar shirt and a pair of brown trousers. The messenger bows and kneels on one knee as he addresses King Lorio of the Krakons. One wrong word and he could easily be sent to live in the dungeons for the rest of his short life.
“You may stand up.” says King Lorio to the messenger. “Now give me the full details, how much of their forces are located on my border and how many troops are stationed there.” His voice was stern and full of authority yet kind as he asked the messenger for more details.
“There are an estimated of ten thousand to fifteen thousands Bohaddon soldiers located just south of the border. They seem to be camping nearby as there have been reports of smoke and what seem like tents.” the messenger says still kneeling with his head down.
“Will you please stand up and face me?” asks King Lorio but to many it would sound like an order.
Slowly standing up and looking at the king, the messenger says without making eye contact “We currently have 3,000 troops spread among the four guard castles but there are also 2,000 located on the central lake region to deal with the minor rebellion and General Spero has requested an additional 2,600 troops. We also have 1,000 troops located at West Elthana. Overall my king, we are spread very thin.” says the messenger.
King Lorio slowly thinks as he listens to the messenger, a bit annoyed that the messenger feared him so much. “The Horeans will have to deal with the Minor Rebellion. I would rather have two-thirds of our land rather than none at all.” says King Lorio to the messenger. “Give General Spero 1,300 troops, retreat the 1,000 troops from Elthana, and place the troops on the border. I want a recruiting campaign aiming at a goal of at least 1,000 additional troops. I want all 1,000 of the new recruits to be put through quick training and 200 put through cavalry training. Get 200 warhorses trained. This could easily mean war.”
The messenger quickly takes out a scroll, quill, and ink and starts jotting down the request. After he finishes, he looks up at the king and says, “King, they have also stationed their navy off our coast.”
“Tell the Bahapore Council to ready their entire naval forces and send it down to Lake Guard. I also need the entire Horean Air Guard.” says King Lorio
The messenger quickly writes down the remaining requests and hurries off with the message.
“I hope we survive all this.”
King Lorio quietly returns to his room, as he enters his darkroom, he lights a candle and gets out a scroll and quill and ink.
Bahapore
The minor liberation group had captured all the major cities in the central lake region. Chaos had reigned shortly in the minority populated region. While some humans and elves supported the government, many more joined the ones already in the rebellion. Soon, the minor liberation group renamed themselves The United Republic of Central Bahapore. They numbered 19,500 elves and 23,500 humans, more than 95% of Bahapore’s minor race population.
General Spero grumbled angrily as he stared at a map of the Central Lake Region. Many red pins were crudely placed on small circles that represented the cities, towns, and villages of the region, unfortunately, very few circles without red pins remained. Why must these pesky little humans and elves rebel. They should be happy with the little freedom we give them, instead they repay us by killing our people and taking our cities. “I had to get stuck with putting down this rebellion,” grumbles General Spero as he continues to stare at the map. “I could easily have been relaxing in my summer home, why did the council have to place me in charge.” General Spero continued to grumble and complain silently to himself until a krakon dressed in a formal army uniform entered the small tent.
“General, squad A is requesting backup by the Minot River, squad B has retreated from their base after getting bombarded by cannon fire from a distance, and squad C is currently in the medical camp with nearly half their numbers gone. We currently have no information on squads D through M and squads N through Z are still camped at the southern main camp. They are awaiting your orders sir.” reports the soldier as he salutes General Spero.
General Spero quietly takes in the report, his frill flaring up every once in a while. After a couple moments, General Spero turns around to the soldiers and says, “I want a full advance on the two major southern cities, towns, and villages. squads A through K will advance on the city of Fyllon. Squads L through U will advance on the city of Imqua. The remaining squads will advance and capture the towns between the two cities and east of Imqua.” Carefully thinking again, General Spero says, “Request an extra 2,600 troops from General Wuen in the south.”
The soldier quickly writes down the message on a piece of paper that appeared in his hand and leaves as he finishes the last request. The troops would soon receive the message and storm the southern central lake area.
Squads A through K had received the message a few hours after the soldier left General Spero’s camp, lead by General Nithien. They were 500 strong and under the cover of night were moving along the wetlands just south of the city, nearing the city they would soon capture. Along with them traveled a number of new warhorses and siege equipment, but the siege equipment wouldn’t be necessary as the gates would open exactly at midnight.
A hiss echoed in the night air and a number of frills flaring and hisses followed, they had arrived at the south wall of the city, it was a basic stone wall but it had stood against many battles, as shown by the mix of new stones mixed in with the old ones. The old wooden gate slowly creaks open as the pro-government humans and horeans pull the lever. According to them, all the weapons were kept in the armory except for the few armed guards that stood on top of the wall which had been taken out by the same people that opened the gate. The entire city was asleep and the new governor was currently meeting with a number of important rebellion leaders in the town hall. “I want Squads A through C to quietly storm the armory and gather all the weaponry. Squads D through G are to quietly surround the town hall and squad K is to follow by lead and storm it.” whispers General Nithien to a nearby krakon soldier, the message quietly spreads among the small army. Soon the army organizes itself according to the orders and starts moving. General Nithien and squads D through K start moving towards the townhall. As soon as they arrive, squads D through G being organizing themselves as they surround the small stone building. General Nithien and his squads quietly wait for a signal and soon a small human scream pierces the air, the armory had been captured and the guards captured. General Nithien and squad K quickly move towards the wooden door, kicking it down and storm inside to find seven startled humans and elves. “You will surrender the city to us or else” says General Nithien to the group of people. They were simple words but struck fear in the humans and elves and soon they were tied up and General Nithien waited till morning to announce the reclaimed city.
Meanwhile in the city of Imqua…
“Fight on men, do not retreat! I repeat! do not retreat!” yells General Spero above the clashing swords, screams of pain, and roaring fires. The plan to silently capture the city had become a disaster. The rebels had been waiting for them the second they entered the city. The krakon army had pushed the rebels farther up the city but they were currently stuck in a stalemate as sword clashed against sword and cannons flew past, smashing into the buildings of the once beautiful city. A number of fires roared, feeding on the wooden structures of the city, fortunately the rebels had been wise enough to remove the civilian population out of the city.
General Spero’s steel sword parried a human rebel as the battle raged around them. He quickly sent the human’s sword flying and smashed his own sword’s hilt into his helmet. The human crumpled to the ground and as he did an elf came to replace him, quickly jabbing his sword at the general’s armor only for it to bounce off his armor like scales. His forces were greatly outnumbered and they could feel the pinch as the humans and elves pushed them slowly back to the gate. General Spero slashes his sword down the bare chest of the elf and yells among his men. “Retreat!” He wouldn’t have his soldiers die in an unnecessary battle. He slowly backed up while fighting the rebels in front of him, his soldiers did the same thing, as they always did during training. Slowly more and more humans, elves, and krakons fell until they reached the gate and he and his men turned around and ran. This was a lost battle but not a lost war.
As the rebels and pro-government forces clashed in the central lake region, in the north, the Baha council was meeting to try and resolve the rebellion.
“Fighting isn’t the answer. We have to try and solve this peacefully!” yells councilman Istudal at his fellow council members. He was new to the council but he had been an ambassador for years and understood war and peace. He hoped to reform the council as he believed its members were dimwitted and ignorant. They had started the rebellion as a result of their failure to start the war with Elthana without even offering pre-war surrender terms.
“What do you expect us to do? We can’t just surrender to those terrorist and recognized their republic.” says a council member sitting across the table from Istudal.
“I expect you to think, we don’t have to recognize their nation. It is called compromising.” says Istudal. He truly believed that his fellow council members were idiots, he had already won over a number of his council members. The council itself was more in a war between the followers of Istudal and Geward but he would soon be replaced. “Who has a writing material?” asks Istudal. A small guard quickly runs to the councilman and hands him a quill and ink. “We will meet with the rebel leaders in a neutral area and discuss giving them more autonomy and a single place in the council.”
“We can’t give them a place in the council!” yells a councilmen from the far end of the table.
“Will you please shut up? I said I would give them a spot, I never said that they would get a spot.” responds Istudal. “We will pick their most swayable and dimwitted member to be on the council. Now let me get on with the message.” The council remained silent as Istudal wrote and read the message.
Dear The United Republic of Central Bahapore,
We of the Baha Council would like to invite you to peace talks to solve this unnecessary war. We would offer greater autonomy for your minority region and even a possible place on the council. Please respond to this message of peace.
sincerely, Councilman Istudal.
The message was soon sent and the meeting dismissed. It would only be a matter of time would tell.
“King, thousands of troops have massed on our border.” says a krakon messenger dressed in a light collar shirt and a pair of brown trousers. The messenger bows and kneels on one knee as he addresses King Lorio of the Krakons. One wrong word and he could easily be sent to live in the dungeons for the rest of his short life.
“You may stand up.” says King Lorio to the messenger. “Now give me the full details, how much of their forces are located on my border and how many troops are stationed there.” His voice was stern and full of authority yet kind as he asked the messenger for more details.
“There are an estimated of ten thousand to fifteen thousands Bohaddon soldiers located just south of the border. They seem to be camping nearby as there have been reports of smoke and what seem like tents.” the messenger says still kneeling with his head down.
“Will you please stand up and face me?” asks King Lorio but to many it would sound like an order.
Slowly standing up and looking at the king, the messenger says without making eye contact “We currently have 3,000 troops spread among the four guard castles but there are also 2,000 located on the central lake region to deal with the minor rebellion and General Spero has requested an additional 2,600 troops. We also have 1,000 troops located at West Elthana. Overall my king, we are spread very thin.” says the messenger.
King Lorio slowly thinks as he listens to the messenger, a bit annoyed that the messenger feared him so much. “The Horeans will have to deal with the Minor Rebellion. I would rather have two-thirds of our land rather than none at all.” says King Lorio to the messenger. “Give General Spero 1,300 troops, retreat the 1,000 troops from Elthana, and place the troops on the border. I want a recruiting campaign aiming at a goal of at least 1,000 additional troops. I want all 1,000 of the new recruits to be put through quick training and 200 put through cavalry training. Get 200 warhorses trained. This could easily mean war.”
The messenger quickly takes out a scroll, quill, and ink and starts jotting down the request. After he finishes, he looks up at the king and says, “King, they have also stationed their navy off our coast.”
“Tell the Bahapore Council to ready their entire naval forces and send it down to Lake Guard. I also need the entire Horean Air Guard.” says King Lorio
The messenger quickly writes down the remaining requests and hurries off with the message.
“I hope we survive all this.”
King Lorio quietly returns to his room, as he enters his darkroom, he lights a candle and gets out a scroll and quill and ink.
AspenIvan said
Hey, sorry to try and jump in at the very last moment, but this RP looks quite interesting. I quickly posted a WIP in the nation sheet thread just to claim a region, but I submit to any admin's decision to kick me out/move me/tell me to change anything about my sheet.As you can tell be the sheet I posted, I would very much like to join as goblins in region A7, because the setting and that particular province fit perfectly for me to play the continuation of a long-running nation of mine (I can send you links to the now-dead forums in which I played them, if anyone is interested). Basically, if your SyrianHamster highness would be so kind as to allow me, I would be playing something of a miniature Poland-Lithuania but with saintly orders as its basis of organization.EDIT: My nation's backstory could totally work with goblins not being an imperial race. All of the continental land would have been occupied by lizardfolk and/or dwarves under the Empire, only to be (re)taken by the goblins coming from the little island(s) in the region.
It says you must stick with the preassigned race but since no one has even mentioned the region, he might let you.
Are you going to attack me fiendish? Syrian massed your troops on my border right before you joined
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